Steve doesn’t ask, because he doesn’t have to; the look on Sam’s face says very clearly that the search for Bucky hasn’t made any progress during the time that Steve’s been called away to deal with killer robots.
As for Sam… he doesn’t really have to ask, because what Steve’s been up to has been all over the news. And hell, Sam’s had his own up close and personal adventures with Tony Stark’s goddamn mess while also holding down the fort at crappy little hotel playing headquarters for Mission: Find Bucky, so asking isn’t necessary.
So he doesn’t.
Instead, he goes to the bathroom of their shitty hotel and draws a bubble bath. It’s barely big enough for the super soldier to fit in, but Steve looks like he needs to soak and it’s hard for Sam to leave the pararescue part of him behind sometimes.
"A bath. God, does that sound incredible." Steve’s clothes fall to the floor in record time and Sam does notice the cuts and bruises - that might not even be there in two days - just as much as he recognizes the fact that this is the first time Steve has ever not immediately picked up his clothes to fold them nicely in the way that either Sarah Rogers or the army drilled into him.
Steve’s legs are too long, and his chest too wide, and the phrase ‘sardines’ comes to Sam’s mind immediately, even before Steve leans his head against the tile, looks up at Sam, and pleads, “Join me.”
"There’s no room, man," Sam points out.
"Makes you have to be closer to me," Steve answers and the grin is slow in coming, as if he’s not quite sure whether to joke about it or not.
"I never need an excuse for that," Sam says, before his clothes join Steve’s on the floor.
"I missed you," Steve says honestly, his voice hoarse, whether from emotion or the bruises on his throat, it’s imposible to tell.
"I missed you too," Sam says. "I’m glad you managed not to get eaten by a killer robot."
Steve’s laugh echoes off the tile as Sam and Steve’s limbs intertwine.
For the trope meme, someone gave me Bucky/Steve/Sam, curtain fic.
Or, Sam takes Bucky and Steve to meet his family.
Excuse me, I seem to have forgotten what a drabble is.
And you don’t have a place you can go (You put your head on my shoulder to cry) | Sam/Steve (past Riley/Sam, Peggy/Steve, Leila/Sam, and Bucky/Steve mentioned) | 3355 words | Tw: lots of discussions of PTSD
Summary: They’re usually patching up Steve’s wounds, but on this night, they’re going to work on Sam’s.
A/N: Got away from me a bit, and is somewhat a sequel to When in Doubt, Body Heat is an Excellent Excuse, but I don’t think that one is required reading to understand why Steve and Sam are stuck in Ohio on their road trip to find Bucky. The title comes from When I’m Gone
superactionfan said: sam/rhodey
"They give you a medal for saving the president with nothing more than a gun and a polo shirt, and here you are …. getting your dick sucked by a guy who committed treason," Sam says during what is turning out to be a very private digression from a party that is meant to celebrate said medal.
"If the medal’s going to bother you, I could take it off," Rhodey offers, glancing down at Sam; the groan that escapes Rhodey is due entirely to the fact that Sam is licking his lips in a way that would seem obscene even if the president wasn’t three rooms away.
"Nah, keep it on," Sam orders, and Rhodey thinks about reminding him that Rhodey outranks him by a lot, but then Sam’s mouth is on him and Rhodey’s focus shifts.
"Whose team do you suppose is falling apart more while we stay on the beach and enjoy ourselves?" Kate murmurs into the patch of skin next to the gills on Kaldur’s neck.
He closes his eyes at the sensation, reminds himself that they are both ‘relaxing’ at the moment, despite what their state of undress may appear to say otherwise, and threads his fingers through the black hair sprawled over his chest.
"If we’re betting … I suppose it depends on whether or not the other Hawkeye is included in your definition of team," he says, and the frown is almost quick enough that he almost doesn’t see it.
Sharon smiles at Beth, and is grateful that, even after six months of Sharon being on assignment, Beth is still able to have her coffee waiting and ready to go when Sharon slides into the chair across from Maria at the little table they’d always preferred.
Maria looks at ease - relaxed even, which is weird - and her smile is just as butterfly-inducing as it had been when Sharon had been a green SHIELD recruit, when she says, “I’d complain about you being late, but I’m sure CIA missions in Madripoor aren’t any less complicated than SHIELD ones.”
"Just as much Hydra," Sharon says, before adding, "Now that we’ve talked about the people I’m able to kill, tell me about the ones you can’t over at Stark Industries."
When Bruce is eight years old, his world changes thanks to the loss of those he loved; gaining Alexander Pierce as a father does not end that pain, but it gives him the tools to direct that pain … productively.
When Bruce is 12, he begins his training under the Winter Soldier; four years is enough time for his affection to grow beyond that felt for a teacher, and he cannot tell if Father approves, disapproves, or is amused (though, Bruce never protests the “procedure” that is required for The Soldier, so perhaps that is all that matters to Father.)
When Bruce is 19, he experiences the loss of two men he loved thanks to a man he now has reason to hate; gaining the Batman identity does not end that pain, but it does give him the tools to direct that pain … productively.
Because you left awesome things in my box earlier, have some of your ship.)
It is not the first time that she has awoken to the feeling of Clint’s fingers brushing over the scar that the Winter Soldier gave her, but she raises an eyebrow at him just as expectantly on the morning after she’s left Fury’s “grave” as she has each time before.
"I’m glad you came home safe," Clint says softly, because here, in the early rays signaling the start of the day, two people who have made careers out of lying to everyone can be truthful with each other.
Natasha reaches up then, lets her fingers brush over the spider necklace around his neck, the one that matches her arrow necklace,and thinks that this is the best cover she’s had in a long time.
The helmet hair is pretty impressive, and Sam isn’t sure he trusts anybody who claims otherwise; he knows he doesn’t trust anyone who says they don’t at least want to pet that hair on top of Steve Rogers’ head when he takes the helmet off.
(Sam, of course, wants to do a lot more than pet it, and once their relationship has gone to that place, it’s a struggle every day not to be a smug asshole to everybody he meets just because he is the one tugging on Steve’s helmet hair while Steve comes apart beneath, above,and beside him and they aren’t.)
But the helmet hair is nothing when compared to the hair that Steve gets on that first flight without a helmet at all; the fact that he gets to tug on that is something that Sam really is going to be a smug asshole about (just as soon as they get around to leaving the bedroom.)
Saturnofthemoon asked for Sharon/Natasha
The first night they spend together is frenzied, far too brief to be called a “night,” and yet they manage to break no less than fourteen regulations - half of those are against fraternization, and the other half are against “inappropriate use of S.H.I.E.L.D. office space.”
The second night together is longer, but desperate, and there are no more S.H.I.E.L.D. regulations to break, because there is no more S.H.I.E.L.D.
On the third night they spend together, Sharon’s CIA badge is placed next to Natasha’s gun, and they take their time in the discovery of familiar ground.
blueboxedd asked: Hawkeye. Hawkeye. 15 or 82? Fuck I just really need more post #15 fic. Lol.
So then I got carried away and wrote this:
The Comfort of the Familiar, Kate/Clint, 1545 words (trigger warnings: mentions of shootings, domestic violence, vomit, hospitals, and amnesia).
Summary: Clint wakes up in a hospital without his hearing or memories.